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BllDTCULOUS to some may seem 
This relic of the old recfime. 
So rudely wakened from his dream 

Of high ambition. 
A heart of nature's noblest mould, 
By honor tempered and controlled- 
Oh ! look not in a soul so bold 

For mock contrition. 




OR, when the die of war was cast, 
And through the land the bugle blast 
Called all to arms, from first to last, 

For Carolina; 
Careless of w^hat might be his fate. 
He gave his all to save the State ; 
He thought, thinks now, (strange to relate,) 

'No cause diviner. 




F IN^AME and lineage proud, he bore 
The character 'mongst rich and poor 
Which marks now, as in daj^s of yore, 

'I'he Tlutrneiiot. 
Two hundred slaves were in his train ; 
Six thousand acres' broad domain ; 
(His ancestors in fair Touraine 
Had no such lot.) 



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pE FEARED and worshipped God ; and then 
^ Women, for whom, with tongue and pen. 
He used all safeguards in his ken 

Without pretence. 
Fearless of men as old John Knox, 
He practiced customs heterodox, 
Believing duels women's rocks 
Of strong defence. 



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^] LOVEP and wooed in early days ; 
She died. And he her memory pays 
The highest tribute. For, with ways 

And views extreme, 
He 'gainst stern facts and common sense, 
To the whole sex (to all intents) 
Transferred the love and reverence 

Of life's young dream. 




RHAPS too easy life he led— 
Four hours afield and ten abed, 
His other time he talked and read, 

Or else made merry 
With many a planter friend to dine, 
His health to drink in fine old wine — 
Madeira, which thrice crossed the line 
And gold-leaf sherry. 




^JND here was mooted many a day, 
The question on which each gourmet 
Throughout the parish had his say ; 

Which is the best, 
Santee or Cooper River bream ? 
Alas ! the evenins; star orew dim, 
Ere any guest agreed with him, 

Or he with guest. 




IIP] war rolled on ; and many a friend 
And kinsman whom he helped to send 
Our home and country to defend, 

Home ne'er returned. 
What harder lot could now befall ! 
Threats could not bend nor woes appall 
Unmoved, he saw his father's hall 
To ashes burned. 




n ^OW, to live within his means. 
He dons his gray Kentucky jeans; 
(His dress in other times and scenes 

Was draf d'ete) 
His hat is much the worse for wear, 
His shoes revamped from year to year, 
For calf-skin boots are all too dear. 

We hear him say. 



j^SO LIFE drags on as in a trance ; 
No emigre of stricken France, 
N'o Jacobite of old romance, 

Of sterner mould. 
His fortune gone, his rights denied, 
For him the Federal Union died 
When o'er Virginia's line the tide 

Of battle rolled. 



MmS^YAIj je serai dunmi mn vie : 

f'K^j^^o, So runs his motto, and nau2:ht cares he 



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For the nation that rules o'er land and sea 

And tops the world. 
Under the shadow he lives and waits, 
'Till the angels open the pearly gates, 
For his hopes went down with the Southern States, 

And the flag that's furled. 

Yates Snovdev. 



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